This is me.

Honesty

"How have you coped with your problem now?" she asked. We've seen each other a handful of times and I still haven't found the courage to be completely honest with her. I didn't ask for these therapy sessions. I never thought I had a real problem. I only always felt empty. So how'd I end up here? Well about two months ago, my younger sister Danielle, the apple of my eye, found me coked out on our bathroom tiled floor. It's interesting because growing up I actually never tried any drugs. But that changed in College. I went to a party in my last year of undergrad and all my friends were having a line. No one pressured me to try it, but I couldn't help feeling so curious. It amazed me to see them blow snow off the table and get a rush of happiness afterwards. I wanted to feel that happiness too. That day my body was as bruised as my heart, but with the wonders of makeup, you can hide anything. My best guy friend, Neil was sitting on the couch. He was my boyfriend's brother but I loved him more than anyone else. He wore his fit white T-shirt and beautiful smile. No one could wear a smile like him. His caramel skin and light brown eyes. He never fails to be noticed by every girl in the room. Including me. I walked over to him wearing my tight black dress with sleeves, covering the bruises on my arms. I sat beside him and whispered, "teach me". After that, one time turned into a few more. Until I ended up on the bathroom floor. I wasn't trying to kill myself, nothing scares me more than death. I only wanted to feel high. But to my family and friends that's still not okay. So here I am. She asked how I'm coping. Well..I stopped the drugs, wasn't much of an issue to begin with. I bet you wish I said that, didn't you?

But to her I say, "I've been reading more. Currently reading, Wuthering Heights. It keeps me busy and calm at the same time."

Cheers to the only honesty I know.